an's--I
could swear I have heard her voice before.

(_Knox shows his relief._) Well, so long.

(_Starts to move toward exit to right._) You won't reconsider your
decision?

{Knox}

(_Shaking his head._)

{Hubbard}

(_Pausing, open door in hand, and laughing cynically._) And yet it
was but a moment ago that it seemed I heard you say there was no
one whom you would not permit the world to know you saw.

(_Starting._) What do you mean?

{Hubbard}

Good-bye.

(_Hubbard makes exit and closes door._) (_Knox wanders aimlessly to
his desk, glances at the letter he was reading of which had been
interrupted by Hubbard's entry of first act, suddenly recollects
the package of documents, and walks to low bookcase and looks on
top._)

{Knox}

(_Stunned._) The thief!

(_He looks about him wildly, then rushes like a madman in pursuit
of Hubbard, making exit to right and leaving the door Hying
open._) (_Empty stage for a moment._)

Curtain

ACT III

Scene. _The library, used as a sort of semi-office by
Starkweather at such times when he is in Washington. Door to
right; also, door to right rear. At left rear is an alcove,
without hangings, which is dark. To left are windows. To
left, near windows, a fiat-top desk, with desk-chair and
desk-telephone. Also, on desk, conspicuously, is a heavy dispatch
box. At the center rear is a large screen. Extending across
center back of room are heavy, old-fashioned bookcases, with
swinging glass doors. The bookcases narrow about four feet from
the floor, thus forming a ledge. Between left end of bookcases
and alcove at left rear, high up on wall, hangs a large painting
or steel engraving of Abraham Lincoln. In design and furnishings,
it is a simple chaste room, coldly rigid and slightly
old-fashioned.

It is 9:30 in the morning of the day succeeding previous act.

Curtain discloses Starkweather seated at desk, and Dobleman, to
right of desk, standing._

{Starkweather}

All right, though it is an unimportant publication. I'll
subscribe.

{Dobleman}

(_Making note on pad._) Very well, sir. Two thousand.

(_He consults his notes._) Then there is _Vanderwater's Magazine_.
Your subscription is due.

{Starkweather}

How much?

{Dobleman}

You have been paying fifteen thousand.

{Starkweather}

It is too much. What is the regular subscription?

{Dobleman}

A dollar a year.

{Starkweather}

(_Shaking his head emphatically._) It is too much.

{Dobl